“Sage,” Adrian declared. “These hands don’t do manual labor.”

“I don't suppose you offered to help?""Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?""What? With you?""No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me.”

“What's purple mean?"Adrian put his hand on the door. "Gotta go, Sage. Dont want to keep Dorothy waiting”

“Writing is a manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.”

“With intellectual labor your hard work is forever, while with manual labor your hard work is temporary and soon forgotten.”

“Do you see these hands?" Jo said, holding them up. "These were made for caressing handsome men and meant to be adorned with pretty nails and diamond rings. They're not made for paint rollers and paint splatter and that kind of manual labor.”